Miss someone until they come back, or until
you come back, until their absence in your life
becomes something to be avoided at all costs.
Miss them until you don’t have to anymore,
until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in
your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite
meal, miss them until it feels like you never left.
Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the
things you miss are identified and cataloged as
things and not a person, until you figure out
that easy company and long talks and
unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you
again the way they found you the first time.
Miss someone until you don’t.

::::: PK ♥MâĎĎÝ :::::

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